Blood Bound 5/10
5.
Saturday dawned bright with the promise of better things. At least, that's what I chose to believe. After the interlude at Bonnie's, I spent a pleasantly restless night spiraling down from the most fluffy, and then into more depraved fantasies of myself and Bonnie cavorting together in a bed the size of Texas. When I finally fell asleep, what began as a pleasant dream of Bonnie and I making love in our bed, downshifted into hedonistic wickedness involving a triad of myself, Bonnie and…Damon?
I shoot up in my bed looking about my room, expecting to find my brother nearby, but didn't see him. I guess I had that dream without any assistance from Damon. Curious.
After showering thoroughly, I notice I still feel that pull towards Bonnie. It's appreciably stronger. I feel this need to be near her, to know her, to experience her. I guess we're going to have to consult with Sheila after all. I had hopes that things would revert back to normal, but there was that small part of me that would miss her, even though rationally, I'm committed to her best friend.
I plan to go to Sheila's as soon as I check on Damon.
I find him sitting still in a couch beside a lit fire, drinking. "Morning, Brother," he greets me.
"Damon." It was my intent to ask after his well-being, when he suddenly jumps up from the couch and is abruptly in my face.
He cocks his head to the side like an inquisitive Labrador. "Funny, you don't smell of Elena today. Been pulling double-duty with Bonnie?"
I figure a non-response is best in this case, since my brother and I seem to always gravitate towards the same women. He hisses a curse, spins away from me abruptly and hurls his crystal highball into the fireplace. Eyeing me balefully, he stalks off to his room.
I run a hand through my hair, breathe out slowly through my nose and leave the boarding house, mentally making a note to acquire a stronger scented shower gel.
Saturday dawned bright with the promise of better things. At least, that's what I chose to believe. After the interlude at Bonnie's, I spent a pleasantly restless night spiraling down from the most fluffy, and then into more depraved fantasies of myself and Bonnie cavorting together in a bed the size of Texas. When I finally fell asleep, what began as a pleasant dream of Bonnie and I making love in our bed, downshifted into hedonistic wickedness involving a triad of myself, Bonnie and…Damon?
I shoot up in my bed looking about my room, expecting to find my brother nearby, but didn't see him. I guess I had that dream without any assistance from Damon. Curious.
After showering thoroughly, I notice I still feel that pull towards Bonnie. It's appreciably stronger. I feel this need to be near her, to know her, to experience her. I guess we're going to have to consult with Sheila after all. I had hopes that things would revert back to normal, but there was that small part of me that would miss her, even though rationally, I'm committed to her best friend.
I plan to go to Sheila's as soon as I check on Damon.
I find him sitting still in a couch beside a lit fire, drinking. "Morning, Brother," he greets me.
"Damon." It was my intent to ask after his well-being, when he suddenly jumps up from the couch and is abruptly in my face.
He cocks his head to the side like an inquisitive Labrador. "Funny, you don't smell of Elena today. Been pulling double-duty with Bonnie?"
I figure a non-response is best in this case, since my brother and I seem to always gravitate towards the same women. He hisses a curse, spins away from me abruptly and hurls his crystal highball into the fireplace. Eyeing me balefully, he stalks off to his room.
I run a hand through my hair, breathe out slowly through my nose and leave the boarding house, mentally making a note to acquire a stronger scented shower gel.